I like that you leave the light on when we fuck. You pick me up and carry me to your bedroom. I leapt onto you. It’s afternoon today and the sun falls into your mattress on the floor and you’re kissing me as we lay in it, my legs still wrapped around you. You’re hard but you keep your pants on for what feels like forever, kissing me, like we’re high schoolers toeing the line.
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